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Sung by mummers including Freddie James, Roms Williams & G.W. Greening, voices & probably Harry Hawkins, melodeon <br> | Sung by mummers including Freddie James, Roms Williams & G.W. Greening, voices & probably Harry Hawkins, melodeon <br> | ||
Recorded in the Town Hall, Dorchester, Dorset, 14 December 1936; BBC 14289 G 14290. | Recorded in the Town Hall, Dorchester, Dorset, 14 December 1936; BBC 14289 G 14290. | ||
'' | ''As printed in the sleeve notes of [[The Voice of the People]] Volume 16 [[Topic Records]] TSCD666 | ||
1 Come all my bold fellows wherever you may be <br> | 1 Come all my bold fellows wherever you may be <br> | ||
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And the blood rushed through the scuppers like showers of rain. | And the blood rushed through the scuppers like showers of rain. | ||
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7 So now the war is over and homeward we do steer<br> | 7 So now the war is over and homeward we do steer<br> | ||
Unto our wives and sweethearts and the girls we love so dear. | Unto our wives and sweethearts and the girls we love so dear. | ||
Latest revision as of 02:37, 30 November 2008
Sung by mummers including Freddie James, Roms Williams & G.W. Greening, voices & probably Harry Hawkins, melodeon
Recorded in the Town Hall, Dorchester, Dorset, 14 December 1936; BBC 14289 G 14290.
As printed in the sleeve notes of The Voice of the People Volume 16 Topic Records TSCD666
1 Come all my bold fellows wherever you may be
That has got a mind to cross the salt sea,
2 We'll go on board The Quaker and soon you will find
Our ship she is well rigged and sails like the wind.
3 Our ship's sealed up like waxwork in every degree.
Our ship she is well rigged and fitted for the sea.
4 We're five hundred and fifty bright seamen so bold,
And, by those blooming French dogs, we'll never be controlled.
5 We fought them for hours, till they could no longer stay,
Whjle big guns and small guns sweetly did play.
6 Till the dead lay on our decks, boys, most loud to complain,
And the blood rushed through the scuppers like showers of rain.
7 So now the war is over and homeward we do steer
Unto our wives and sweethearts and the girls we love so dear.
8 And this is my good health, boys, to the girl that shall prove true;
Likewise unto Lord Nelson, the best of all our crew.